Please. Pu-leeze. Police.
At. Work. Bore. Ing.
I turned in my notice today. Whew. Man I was making a big deal out of that. They didn't mind at all.
My older sister came home last night from her honeymoon. Actually kind of a funny story..no not really...its more of a Hillary-bitching story but hey...
So I'm in the car driving back home from my mom's house, and I've been in the car for like 9 hours by now and my stepmom calls and says "Hey, where are you? Oh thats good, you'll be home soon. Yea, so I have to go pick up jessi and haseeb from the airport tonight and they are probably gonna want to stay at the house and not drive back to mobile tonight. so you're gonna sleep on blow-up mattress tonight. K? Thanks bye!
And man I was f-ing pissed, I got to tell ya. Now everyone knows (because I've bitched about it to everyone who will listen and probably some people who didn't want to listen) that I've gotten completely screwed over by my family during this whole wedding thing. And this was just like the craptacular icing on the Hillary is our bitch cake. Yea. I've just driven for 9 hours to bring my little sister home for the summer. And I have to go to work tomorrow at 7 am. So yea sure it makes sense for ME to have to sleep on a blow up mattress that as I later found out didnt stay inflated (the cherry on the cake if you will). I mean by the time my sister actually got to house last night I was so damn furious it was hard for me to pretend that I loved the weird ass Irish souvenir thing that she brought me.
Luckily however they went home right after they got to the house (probably because i was trying to burn holes in their skulls with my eyes) So I got my bed. But I still woke up with a big dose of bitterness.
Oh well. its over. i'm done.
I turned in my notice today. Whew. Man I was making a big deal out of that. They didn't mind at all.
My older sister came home last night from her honeymoon. Actually kind of a funny story..no not really...its more of a Hillary-bitching story but hey...
So I'm in the car driving back home from my mom's house, and I've been in the car for like 9 hours by now and my stepmom calls and says "Hey, where are you? Oh thats good, you'll be home soon. Yea, so I have to go pick up jessi and haseeb from the airport tonight and they are probably gonna want to stay at the house and not drive back to mobile tonight. so you're gonna sleep on blow-up mattress tonight. K? Thanks bye!
And man I was f-ing pissed, I got to tell ya. Now everyone knows (because I've bitched about it to everyone who will listen and probably some people who didn't want to listen) that I've gotten completely screwed over by my family during this whole wedding thing. And this was just like the craptacular icing on the Hillary is our bitch cake. Yea. I've just driven for 9 hours to bring my little sister home for the summer. And I have to go to work tomorrow at 7 am. So yea sure it makes sense for ME to have to sleep on a blow up mattress that as I later found out didnt stay inflated (the cherry on the cake if you will). I mean by the time my sister actually got to house last night I was so damn furious it was hard for me to pretend that I loved the weird ass Irish souvenir thing that she brought me.
Luckily however they went home right after they got to the house (probably because i was trying to burn holes in their skulls with my eyes) So I got my bed. But I still woke up with a big dose of bitterness.
Oh well. its over. i'm done.